Wapun Meadow The Joyless Luck Club

careful and quiet, stigmata prowled half-heartedly after young piper. he was interested - read: nosy - to know where she was off to, or what had transpired before her near-frantic trot to the mouth of bearclaw, but his thoughts were also elsewhere. how did he convince a pack that thought themselves safe to move on into the unfamiliar? the wolves of the drenchwood certainly wouldn't have done it, but truth be told: they wouldn't have chosen such a tactless place to live from the beginning.

to be fair, at a glance bearclaw seemed to be the most ideal for a pack of wolves; perhaps short-term, it was. but it simply didn't have the means or accessibility to support generation after generation of his kind, and he was eager to provide those he considered to be his wolves with better.

he didn't realize that piper was just starting her own journey for "better," so when he came upon her, it was with the intention to join her for a while. "piper," he called in a (decidedly) warm voice, quickening his pace to meet her.